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Recorded Reading (1:41): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/srsma1fwu9v743k9sk0m5/Balderdosh.mp3?rlkey=9rt705ifhmus5oa23qlaxzr8f&dl=0

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Balderdosh

No more ludicrous business can there be
Than this of constant writing poesy
I move within (although you cannot see)
A sea of floating words surrounding me

God forbid I a glass of wine imbibe
For straightway starts the inner diatribe
Urging me this or that thing to describe
If wish continue call myself a scribe

If you knew how much of life’s precious time,
Whilst I might be exper’iencing sublime
Moments superlative yet in my prime,
I’m searching yet for yet another rhyme…!

Sometimes I think if others understood
This constant condundrum, why, then they would
Offer some rhymes themselves, all to the good
Reputation of their neighborhood

But no — I struggle onward all alone
So isolated midst my words have grown
Which words tend but to make their readers groan
I must suspect all sense from them hath flown!…

Originally meant to make them wise
Transform’d instead to merely low surprise
Politely smother their objecting cries
To my superlatively odd devise

O woe! O dear! Oh me! Oh my! Oh gosh!
Even this very verse is balderdosh!

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Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level ~ still working to contribute to her society, however, seven days a week.

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